When a Book Finds You at Just the Right Time

A Tree Grows in Brooklyn found me when I was 11, the same age as the main character when the book begins. A Little Paris Bookshop found me just after a breakup. To the Lighthouse found me a few weeks ago— I guess I’ll figure out what brought her to me in the retrospective. But…

Teaser: The Nameless Novel

I have thought long and hard about how to start off our story and I’ve come to the conclusion that beginnings are stupid. Beginnings don’t promise an ending. When I ask people to choose between sunrises and sunsets, everyone chooses sunrises because they say sunsets signify an ending, and that endings are inherently sad. But…

I Am A Writer: An Essay

I have never in my life written a novel. Oh, I’ve tried. I’ve just never finished one. At least, never finished anything that was good in any kind of literary standard. In the seventh grade, I thought school was too easy (this is not a lie), so I started writing a novel and finished three months…